Reviewer:
sammyk1964
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September 4, 2020
Subject:
WHAT THE HELL?!?!
What the hell is wrong with people? Was this supposed to be made for children? Is there an actual children's book? BECAUSE, CHILDREN NEED TO BE KEPT AS FAR AWAY FROM THIS AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE!
Any book, script, audio recordings, or films of this need to be completely destroyed! EVERY COPY ON EARTH AND OBVIOUSLY IN HELL! BURNED! BURNED WITH FIRE!
In fact, package every known article, book film & recording all up & launch it on a missile directly into the sun!
Now, if you'd excuse me, I must go wash my eyeballs with DRANO!
Reviewer:
gallowglass
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July 20, 2020
Subject:
Someone doesn't like families
It might be the director Marjut Rimminen. It might be the scriptwriter Harriett Gilbert. It might be the animator Christine Roche. But somebody on the team has got a problem about families. The only text-frame in the film declares 'The family is the most criminal cell'.
At first, we think we’re watching early children’s television, with a wholesome housewife-narrator starting with “Once upon a time…” That’s about as long as it takes to realise it’s a satire, and an unusually savage one, puncturing all the certainties of hearth and home. Apparently this ideal nuclear family lives in “a house by the sea”, but the picture does not suggest anything of seaside joys - a grim Gothic mansion on a lonely rock in mid-ocean.
Then it’s not long before we hear about games - a big theme in their family life, apparently. But we don’t detect much relish in these games, though they seem to result in the arrival of a daughter and then twin boys. After an interval, a much-younger daughter is born, but at that point the parents both disappear for reasons that are not convincingly explained, and the elder daughter performs the household duties “just like a real mummy”. We can’t really reveal more, though the keyword ‘incest’ on the topics list may give a clue as to why the baby might “see things differently”, and this could help to explain the truly inexplicable sounds and images that crowd the screen for so many minutes.
Games. And stains. The connection eventually comes clear. But if the baby’s view of the world is maladjusted, the mind of the production team (or one of them) seems to me at least worthy of a little mild analysis. It sounds uncomfortably like the long rebellious cry of an upper-class girl who has somehow lost faith in the family unit, and wants to bring the whole system crashing down around her.